There's a rigidness in it, scathing hated for the idea of it, even as he looked away instead of Carlisle -- he can't, shouldn't, say, You did, he knows that -- when his hand finally settles around Carlisle's forearm, even as his eyes found River's hard ones briefly.
How was he supposed to think of something, what was important then. He shook his head looking back to Carlisle, struggling for finite's. Against Carlisle being unwilling to even look at him (a feat not managed in his existence even in the early hours of his prodigal return).
"A man of science would believe the evidence in front of him."
There's an anger in it, not at Carlisle, but at them, at this Bar and the situation it keeps throwing at them each extra day. Maybe Jasper and Rosalie were right. But he couldn't think of that just now, with him like this -- the way his head exploded in a million angry, violent directions distracting his every sensible wisp.
His hand tightened unintentionally, "Stop letting them win."
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There's a rigidness in it, scathing hated for the idea of it, even as he looked away instead of Carlisle -- he can't, shouldn't, say, You did, he knows that -- when his hand finally settles around Carlisle's forearm, even as his eyes found River's hard ones briefly.
How was he supposed to think of something, what was important then. He shook his head looking back to Carlisle, struggling for finite's. Against Carlisle being unwilling to even look at him (a feat not managed in his existence even in the early hours of his prodigal return).
"A man of science would believe the evidence in front of him."
There's an anger in it, not at Carlisle, but at them, at this Bar and the situation it keeps throwing at them each extra day. Maybe Jasper and Rosalie were right. But he couldn't think of that just now, with him like this -- the way his head exploded in a million angry, violent directions distracting his every sensible wisp.
His hand tightened unintentionally, "Stop letting them win."